If you have to be puking
I suggest you get your own personal team of caregivers. Makes it much better.
Yesterday afternoon I spent my time wearing a thick sweater, the heater on 76, huddled up to a heating pad, under 2 blankets, freezing. In between shaking round I would be in the bathroom doing things that are best not written about.
The kids spent their time in shorts, asking if they could take off their shirts inside, sweating and taking care of me.
It was just the kids and me here because Bill's sister had kindly scheduled for his convenience the will reading for 8:30 this morning with a family meeting beforehand at 7. That would be 6:00 our time, which would mean he would have to leave home at 3 a.m in order to make it. So he just went up there yesterday to take care of some things and make sure to be there on time today.
I will leave you to your own thinking to see if any words in the first sentence of the previous paragraph were meant to be sarcastic.
Which left the kids to take care of me -- and they did a great job. Jacob read to me out of a book we've been reading together. Every time I would get back from the bathroom, Ryan would be there to cover me up again.
Not only did I never have to ask for more ginger ale or crackers but I got these lovely gifts to boot.
A picture from Wes-man--
and this poem from Carly, which includes the line --
"I love the things you say and do, Out of a million mothers, I'd pick you."
Really - it doesn't get much more poetic than that. I'm a blessed mom.
